“When did this sickness seep in? Fizzled, as its enzymes ate away at the bones, then broke down the cell walls of the alveoli—the fall of Saigon.”

“She knew the loom. She had known since she was fourteen, standing in this same doorway watching her mother weave a silk organza commission through the anniversary of her father's death.”

“Young Vishaka first sees the moon take shape in her father’s garden, cloaked among the flowers that trail her wake. Sandhya descends in her resplendent glory, silken in silver and pearls. For Vishaka, raised among thorns and soil, the moon descending is enough to make her heart skip a beat.”

“When the sun sets, listen for the symphony that rises from the lake. You should recognise that operatic, croaking swell. A tale you’ve certainly been told before.”

“From Pakistani dystopian animation addressing surveillance and state repression to Indian and Bangladeshi folk horror questioning the region’s caste, class, gender, and labour politics, South Asian speculative cinema has emerged as a vital register through which the region questions its relationship to technology, power, gender, ecology, and futurity—a mirror through which we see and recognise ourselves in both horror and hope.”